In the breeze that blows I feel thee, caressing me Tender and gentle
The thing about death
Death dealing is easy; so I believed. When you have seen it behaving callously taking remorselessly – my mother at just fifty-two a friend who barely crossed thirty-two you were ninety when you died, yet I cried.
Lessons from my grandma
You were a strong woman who spoke little You said, “A woman’s voice must not be heard.” “To be strong you do not have to be loud.” is what you said to me too I think now
Flitting bright, beautiful speckled wings, deep blue; white tips in the blink of an eye, flies away
10 word story
You did not even say, ‘Goodbye,’ to me before leaving.
Come into my humble abode, filled with all that you may need. Spells, potions, artifacts, or do you prefer a séance? Who is that special someone you’d like bewitched and have under your spell? My price, whatever you need, is $150 dollars.
giving a voice
to your unuttered
despair left in the wake?
I cannot run to you now.
We survived the end of our world,
unfortunately not each other.
Paths once united, just dust from our past.
hours are when
I begin to
plan some needed joy
for the next new morning.
A surprise breakfast perhaps?
A juicy love note tucked inside
my lover’s lunch tote filled with goodies?
He might not even want to go to work!
has them enchanted.
Making him an idol.
They drank the kool-aid so fast,
pledging their allegiance and souls,
putting all others in harms way too.
Never seeing it would be our demise.
up is down
and down is up
with every tweet posted
our confidence is shaken
our country further divided
hate-filled bullying is now the norm
why in the hell is a cheeto in charge
what the take
is on belief,
what you bring to this
one life is all on you.
You will be judged for it so
have pride in what you do, and take personal responsibility.
Live your best life, contribute more than take.